It was such a rush all of these guys wanting me. I felt like a slut but yet very sexy."I looked at her and said, "Why don't you get dressed so we can ...go home. I will get things wrapped up out here and get the van loaded and then come back for you."She asked, "Are the guys leaving? I don't know if I can walk through there I feel embarrassed."I said, "I think the guys are planning on partying the rest of the night and sleeping it off here."I left the bathroom to clean up our stuff and load it in. I got off the train feeling a little drunk, a lot tired and anxious to get myself to bed. However, little did I know that this was not the end of my night but the beginning of something else? I walked to the turn style and placed my ticket into the slot. The machine ate my ticket but did not let me out. This is a fairly common occurrence so I just hopped over it like I had done so many times before. Except this time, a terminal cop had seen me do it. I tried to explain to him that the ticket. Again the audience claps to see such a perfect cock ready for sex. The guest then moves down to slave Henry's crotch, soaping it up, of course giving him a rough jerk to make his cock even harder, and they begin shaving away the hair on his crotch until it is perfectly smooth and soft. Of course, while shaving and after, the guest is able to suck and play with slave Henry's cock so the audience can watch and clap. Many members of the audience undo their pants or pull up their dresses and pull. My bell end pressed against her puckered arsehole, I rubbed some juices from my cock around the hole, “ Just be gentle!” Vera entreated as my bell end began to push its way in. Vera gave a gasp as I pushed in to half my length, then moaned as I moved it back out a little, the walls of her anal passage trying to grip me, I pushed back in a little further, she moaned louder as I began to rhythmically fuck her arse, every thrust brought a cry or moan, “Fucking hell that’s hot!!” Tom was stood.